blogging killed my best friend...
not really, but it could have.
#2: i constantly have music in my head. right now it's "sax and violins" by the talking heads. they don't make a pill for this. last week, it was the birthday song and my birthday's in november.
c. i'm sorry i missed the meeting show people, possible show titles i came up with yesterday before passing out but forgot to write down:
one line paradigm
the real world has IBS
... and i forget the rest. use if you want, hate if you will. the meetings are killing me, but i still love you all.
what is direction?
my heart is in the ocean, my head is in columbus, and my body's in the nati.
i think the hardest thing i've ever had to face is this ultimatum posed by life. i really despise the fact that i must "chose"... chose a pair of shoes, yes. where i want to live, ok. what i want to do, not so much. it changes every day from neurosurgeon, to wholistic medicine, to lotte berk trainer, to teaching, to bulahhhhh:
now i am going to be singing baby beluga for the next two hours.
oh, no... wait, here comes journey...
but seriously. everyone seems to always have that "friend" who is "the most interesting 40 year old they know and has changed jobs, like, 80 times."
i don't want to be that type of 40.
that type of 20, cool beans, but 20 is going oh so fast. i'm, like, 22... an-cient...
for those of you who know that you're cultivating what drives you, i'm envious and happy. i think it comes down to a willingness to be blindsided by the challenges and mistakes that go along with what one does, and i think i have yet to find such a passion. i think they intentionally put the mac lab in plain site of the old building so that i would be reminded of when this was that passion- memories always seem more sunny to me.
gotta get me some of that.
know where it grows?